6 Psychic wet dream

I look down on Jonesy trying to pull himself up in his bed. He’s startled by the tension in his headphone leads, ha ha. Reminds me of Helen’s dog when I yank back on the lead. Only teasing boy. He unplugs himself and sits up. Now he looks like some bloke about to get something off his chest on his death bed. Should be me there, not him, yeah? Ok, here it comes. I hold my hands up in the air ready to take it like a man, metaphorically that is. He rolls his eyes, unaware of the thoughts in my head. 
“How you feeling mate? Must feel a bit sick eh. Look, I think you’re a stupid cunt for losing us the game, but we can still do it. We all make mistakes mate.” Yes! Result! I couldn’t write this even if I tried. He’s coming out with my line, no prompting, no subtle dropping of hints. Maybe it had seeped out of me when I was asleep, like a psychic wet dream. 
“Thanks mate, you’re a friend, I needed to hear that. Yeah, sorry. Not so nice when it’s you though is it. Make sure you bloody don’t though, we need you tight back in defence” I say. 
“Ha, no worries.  You gotta face the rest though. Don’t blame you coming straight back here after the game, but, there’ll be no hiding today.” Yeah, I know that. Not so keen on the rest on good day, bloody prima donnas. There’s a few that are ok. The Chelsea lads are up their own arse though. Don’t know why coz the club doesn’t have that much history. Not like mine, get in there.  De’Arth! He’s a bastard anyway. Can just see him holding a noose with my name on it along with his ugly poker face. Jonesy shifts up in bed a bit further. 
“Want me to come to brekkie with you, bit of support like?” Nah, that’s a bit gay innit.
“Gotta face the music on my own mate” I say. Everyone makes mistakes, right? So I turn to face the door - don’t be scared - reach for the handle - I am a god, your god -  and twist - I am the god of war  - It opens and the air changes - I wrought the heathen altars -  gets colder somehow - the almighty lord o’er the wide heavens -  I walk out into the corridor and pull the door to - Prepare thyself for battle -  I wonder if Jonesey would tell me everyone makes mistakes if he ever found out I fucked his ex?